Three little birdies… sitting so pretty next to me. Mr. Blue. Mr. Em. Mrs. Sky. I talk to them like they understand me. Maybe they do. I don’t know. But they make my heart happy. Mr. Blue is blue. My good boy. Mr. Em is green. Also a good boy. And Mrs. Sky… white with all her pretty colors. My good girl. Good birdie. They sit beside me while I drink my coffee. While I write. While I color. While I’m doing absolutely nothing. They don’t care. They’re just happy I’m there. My mind can get loud. People can be… a lot. But then I hear three little chirps from across the room. And for whatever reason… I smile. Three little birdies… sitting so pretty next to me. Blue. Em. Sky. They have my heart. When everything else feels loud… you make a different kind of noise. The kind I actually like. Good boy. Good boy. Good girl. Good birdies. You make my heart happy. Treat time is serious around here. One gets one… everybody needs one. And they know exactly what they’re doing. Those little faces. Just staring at me. Okay. Fine. One more. Good boy. Good girl. Good birdie. I swear… I think I love these birds more than I do most people. And you know what? I’m okay with that. They don’t need me to explain myself. They don’t ask why I’m quiet. They don’t care if I’m having a weird day. They just… stay. Three little birdies… sitting so pretty next to me. Blue. Em. Sky. They have my heart. When everything else feels loud… you make a different kind of noise. The kind I actually like. Good boy. Good boy. Good girl. Good birdies. You make my heart happy. Maybe you’re just being birds. Eating your treats. Making a mess. Singing whenever you feel like it. But sometimes… that’s exactly what I need. Something simple. Something happy. Something that doesn’t need anything from me except… probably another treat. Yeah. I know. Three little birdies… sitting so pretty next to me. Mr. Blue. Mr. Em. Mrs. Sky. My three little birdies. My little family. When my head gets loud… I hear you. And somehow… I get quiet. You make a different kind of noise. The kind I actually like. Good boy. Good boy. Good girl. Good birdies. Who needs friends when you have birds? … Not me. I’ve got three. And I love them way too much. Okay… who wants a treat?
